Skip to content
FreeGuitarTabs

Utopian Futures

Kimya Dawson
Version1
90

Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Somewhere the  bombing all has stopped
 And people begin  to sit and talk
 And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can  rest their bloodshot eyes
 Cuz there's nothing  left to buy or sell
 Or kill or die  for anymore
 We're living for  eternal moments that we've searched  all of our lives
 There's nobody living  by the clock
 And every door  is left unlocked
 Cuz property died  all alone  and capitalism lost it's home
 There's plenty of fresh  air here in town
 The plants are all growing  on the cars
 And all of the streets  are used for dancing  and at night you see all the
stars
Yada  dada deeya  yada dada da
 x2
 Yada dada da da da da duh
 We're searching for something that was lost
 And centuries all have covered up
 We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives
 And every tiny piece that we may find
 We pick up and glue together
 Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide
 In snuggly beds and midnight talks
 And wandering bike rides and wayward walks
 Making up all of our own music art myth food and news
 Its happening everywhere we go
 Collective bookstores and basement shows
 Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go
Yada  dada deeya  yada dada da
 x2
 Yada dada da da da da duh
 I am a dream, this is real
 I am a dream, you are here
 I am a dream, you are me
 I am a dream we are free
 I am a dream, this is real
 I am a dream, you are here
 I am a dream, you are me
 I am a dream we are free
 Now can't you feel the ice caps grow
 Now can't you hear the forest laugh
 At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
 Cuz the only processing we do now
 Is with one another in our homes
 With people we'll fight fuck laugh and cry with until the day we die
 Here where we share all that we've won
 Here where we grieve for what is lost
 Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own
 Here where we celebrate each other
 Here where you've never had a boss
 Here where we sing like restless kids with half chewed food inside our mouths
Yada  dada deeya  yada dada da
 x2
 Yada dada da da da da duh
 Here in the place outside the box
 There are no more borders left to cross
 From each according to ability and to each based on need
 Here in the place where dreams aren't dead
 Here in the space between our heads

Source: Songsterr · Rights holder? Request removal.

Readable chord sheet for Utopian Futures by Kimya Dawson

[G]Somewhere [C]the bombing all has [G]stopped
And people [C]begin to sit and [G]talk
And somewhere [C]insomniatic [D]stockbrokers [C]can rest their bloodshot [G]eyes
Cuz there's [C]nothing left to buy or [G]sell
Or kill or [C]die for [G]anymore
We're living [C]for eternal moments that we've [D]searched all of our [G]lives
There's nobody [C]living by the [G]clock
And every [C]door is left [G]unlocked
Cuz property [C]died all [D]alone and capitalism lost it's [G]home
There's plenty of [C]fresh air here in [G]town
The plants are all [C]growing on the [G]cars
And all of the [C]streets are used for [D]dancing and at night you see all the
[G]stars

[G]Yada dada [D]deeya yada dada [C]da
[C]         [D]     [C]  [C]   [G]              x2
Yada dada da da da da duh

We're searching for something that was lost
And centuries all have covered up
We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives
And every tiny piece that we may find
We pick up and glue together
Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide
In snuggly beds and midnight talks
And wandering bike rides and wayward walks
Making up all of our own music art myth food and news
Its happening everywhere we go
Collective bookstores and basement shows
Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go

[G]Yada dada [D]deeya yada dada [C]da
[C]         [D]     [C]  [C]   [G]              x2
Yada dada da da da da duh

I am a dream, this is real
I am a dream, you are here
I am a dream, you are me
I am a dream we are free
I am a dream, this is real
I am a dream, you are here
I am a dream, you are me
I am a dream we are free

Now can't you feel the ice caps grow
Now can't you hear the forest laugh
At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
Cuz the only processing we do now
Is with one another in our homes
With people we'll fight fuck laugh and cry with until the day we die
Here where we share all that we've won
Here where we grieve for what is lost
Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own
Here where we celebrate each other
Here where you've never had a boss
Here where we sing like restless kids with half chewed food inside our mouths

[G]Yada dada [D]deeya yada dada [C]da
[C]         [D]     [C]  [C]   [G]              x2
Yada dada da da da da duh

Here in the place outside the box
There are no more borders left to cross
From each according to ability and to each based on need
Here in the place where dreams aren't dead
Here in the space between our heads

More songs by Kimya Dawson

Browse more →